Chapter 111: Leaving the Team

Bai Wei smiled radiantly and said in a gentle voice, "You—you're the kind of person who only pretends to be cold and heartless on the surface. You look inhuman and ruthless in your methods, but in the little details, you always inadvertently show your gentleness. And you can't hide it either. Anyone who pays a bit of attention would discover it sooner or later. You say others are putting on an act—well, you're putting on an act too."

"You..."

What Jiu Xuan was thinking was... the Pope. Could he truly have sided with the Forsaken Ones and betrayed him? If even the highest faith on this continent had turned to darkness, then this world was truly beyond salvation.

Madam Rong had returned even before the Prince did. When she came back, "attendants" were following her. It looked like she had been escorted back under arrest. The crowd dared not look anywhere but at their own toes, not even venturing a single sideways glance.

Li Jiayao called to say that Meng Jing had been released on bail. He was at the detention center now and would be going back with Meng Jing later.

"It is indeed my inference, but do you know what it means to draw inferences from one instance? Take you, for example—back then, Wei Weiyi, you chose to sell to me..." Duan Xuchu suddenly brought this up, raising a hand to lightly pinch Wei Weiyi's chin.

The pristine snow adorned the world in a vast expanse of white. The morning sunlight gave no chance for the snow to melt, and the glaring white reflection made it impossible to keep one's eyes open.

Her voice grew colder with each word, like a wind laced with snowflakes, slicing at the face as it came. Madam Zuo's breath halted for a moment. She stared with round eyes at Consort Wei, whose features were lovely as a painting, yet the coldness in her eyes was unmistakable.

"Hmph, impossible, of course. Wu Shaoxiong is the school's star player. Just by his build alone, he's a head taller than that lecher. How could the lecher possibly beat him?" Xia Dieyi said indifferently.

The next day, I rose early. I took out all the wound-healing medicines I had gathered, made a few minor preparations, and left them in the room untouched. Speaking of the shark pearl and the cat's eye stone—grinding them into powder really was a bit hard to part with.

"Even though we're going to fight, let's be cautious this round. Don't cause any big trouble." Coach Huang Kang cautioned them for that match.

Duoduo pulled me along, and in an instant we left the venue, arriving at a snow-covered mountaintop. Judging by the scenery below, this should be Mount Fuji in Japan.

So—you think Haoyue Ling is beautiful and you've lost your heart to her, and yet it's Haoyue Ling's fault?

Xu Guoren seized the opportunity to fire a continuous barrage. Several shells flew over, killing more than a dozen Japanese and puppet soldiers.

"At that time, the incident where the Yang brothers and thirty or forty master tomb-raiders all perished together spread like wildfire in the grave-robbing trade, and it also pushed Ghost Beauty's reputation to its peak."

The only tournament I could possibly be playing in America would be the World Tour. Could it be that this mystery opponent was a member of some national team?

After eating a breakfast of steamed buns and rice porridge delivered by the mess squad, Xu Guoren sent someone to summon Xu Haodong, Niu Dagen, and the others, intending to ask about the current situation of the troops.

"I am an observer. I have no way to change other people's dreams. But you are different—you are a participant yourself, so you can link into other people's dreams." The black-robed man gave me a shove, pushing me straight down onto the sandy ground.

"Absolutely reliable. Apart from that, this subordinate also learned that after the Zhongrui Division broke out of Gushi, they received support from the New Fourth Army!" Dai Li said.

Wu Yi had originally thought the crack split open by the tremors would be at least half a meter wide. He never expected it to be so narrow. Several people had hurried past this spot earlier, yet none of them had noticed its existence.

Therefore, the one who left this letter was not only an extremely formidable figure, but had also appeared and vanished within the residence of Wen Tianting, the Martial World Alliance Leader, without leaving so much as a trace. Consider—with such skill and such boldness, there are probably few in the world today who could manage it. Or perhaps the one who sent the letter was not human at all.